#matt chapman x reader

[sportswriters]

welcome to sportswriters!

this account has two authors: ella, 25, she/her & namu, 24, she/her. we're from brazil. two besties writing for fun since high school.

we're going to focus on writing football, ice hockey (nhl) and baseball (mlb) scenarios. feel free to request some ideas!

important: we don't write heavy topics such as death, tragedy, violence or bdsm. we also don't write ships between players.

here's the list of players we write for:

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mason mount

rúben dias

phil foden

jude bellingham

aymeric laporte

joão félix

pablo gavi (no smut)

pedri gonzalez

aaron ramsdale (no smut)

kepa arrizabalaga

kai havertz

antoine griezmann

dominik szoboszlai

trent alexander-arnold

heungmin son

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jeremy swayman

andrei svechnikov

jack drury

brady skjei (no smut)

jesperi kotkaniemi

anthony beauvillier

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matt chapman

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[zackcollins]

baby, you’re my person || matt chapman

Author’s Note: Okay, so. Somebody asked me to rewrite an old fic and use a different player. This is that. I went with Matt because one of my best friends is having a rough go of it and I wanted to surprise her with something that would make her feel better. Hope that’s okay with the person that requested the rewrite!! Anyways. GIF credit to myself LOL

Warnings: Nothing, in my opinion. But it’s about a pregnancy reveal so I shall put a blanket warning for that just to be safe since I know not everyone vibes with that. If I missed anything, let me know!!

Word Count: 1.7k+

Title: My Person by Spencer Crandall

Additional: The premise is a pregnancy reveal but the language about the reader is vague. They should be able to be read as gender-neutral!! I know not everyone that can and wants to be pregnant is feminine so I made sure I did my best to be vague about it so people of any gender who wanna be pregnant can envision themselves. As always, enjoy this and feedback is welcomed!!

Tagging: @whimsical-daydreams​ (surprise! hope you enjoy!)

The bag you had meticulously put together at the beginning of the week had been sitting in your bedroom closet since then. You had placed it in there because you didn’t need it until your boyfriend, Matt, returned home from the road trip he was on with the Jays. Waiting for him to get back was driving your stomach crazy with nerves, anticipation, and making the nausea from the reason the bag was put together feel twenty-six times worse. It wouldn’t last all that much longer, though, seeing as Matt should be home from the road trip some time this afternoon.

When you heard the door to your apartment finally swing open, you felt some of your nerves relax. You knew it could be nobody else besides Matt so that made you better about this whole situation. That meant that it was finally time to get this show you had orchestrated all by yourself on the road. To do that, you rushed into your bedroom to grab the bag from where you had carefully hid it in the closet. You double checked the contents to make sure they were correct. When you were satisfied that they were, you squeezed the bag against you chest and took a steadying breath while closing your eyes to calm any remaining nerves you had. After mumbling ‘you got this (Y/N)’ to yourself, you walked out of the bedroom, bag in hand, to greet Matt.

You found Matt in the apartment foyer holding an Iced Capp and a little brown baggie that said Tim Hortons on it. Knowing him, you could hazard a guess that it was probably one of the fruit muffins.

“What’s in the bag?” You both managed to say at the same time.

Matt chuckled, a small smile on his face. “A s’mores doughnut. Don’t tell the nutritionist though. They’ll have my damned head.”

You smirked playfully, shaking your head dismissively. “I won’t tell a soul. You deserve a treat. Speaking of which. Come sit at the kitchen island and I’ll show you what’s in this bag.”

Matt raised a questioning eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he followed you through the apartment to the kitchen, taking a couple slurps from his Iced Capp straw as he went. The sound was something that you were well used to from how often the both of you would get one but right now the noise was making you want to take the straw and shove it where the sun didn’t shine on Matt. It was just grating your nerves because of how hormonal you had become in the last few weeks. Of course, you weren’t going to tell your boyfriend that because it would ruin the surprise. You’d just tough it out because you’d worked too hard on this surprise to ruin it over the sound of Matt drinking something.

When you arrived in the kitchen, Matt slid into one of the barstools at the island. He placed his drink and the doughnut bag on on counter. He looked at you expectantly, drumming his fingers against the granite. You smiled softly as you handed him the bag and pulled your phone out of your pocket. After fiddling with it for a few seconds, it had started to record the visual of Matt in front of you.

“Alright,” you said, motioning to the bag. “You can look in it now.”

The moment Matt stuck his hand in the bag was the most nerve wracking moment of your life. This was the moment you had been waiting for all week. Hell, the moment you’d been wanting for the last couple of years. The fact that it was finally happening was making you want to break down crying before anything had even really transpired. It was a lot to process and you were doing your best to keep composure so you didn’t give anything away to Matt.

As soon as Matt’s hand came out of the bag with the smallest pair of cleats you had been able to find, you felt your knees shake. You leaned on the archway next to you to keep from falling over and ruining the video and the surprise.

“Mini cleats? Are you—”

“Keep looking; there’s more in there.” You cut Matt off with a nervous chuckle. You were almost one hundred percent positive what he was about to say but you had to see his reaction to the rest of the items before you heard him say it.

Matt raised his hands in a show of surrender, chuckling softly as he grabbed the bag with one hand and reached inside with the other.

Even though you were a good ten feet away from your boyfriend, you heard the tissue paper that you had placed inside as filler rustling as Matt moved his hand around. You were dying from anticipation for what Matt would pull out of the bag. When he brought his hand out a moment later grasping a piece of fabric, you swallowed around a thick knot in your throat. That was what you subconsciously had wanted him to pull out next.

Bringing his other hand up, Matt grasped both sides of the fabric. He tilted his head to the left a little and you saw his eyes dart across the fabric; it was as if he was trying to process what he was reading. A moment later, he placed the fabric on the counter before he wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumbs.

“What was that, Matt?” You asked, your voice dangerously close to breaking.

“A baby onesie,” he said as he picked it back up and turned it to face the camera. “It says: ‘Future Third Baseman.’”

“There’s one more thing left in there.” You pointed at the bag, your hand shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Matt nodded as he stuck his hand inside. Your heart hammered in your ears as you heard the tissue paper rustling again. Your heart felt like is was going to simultaneously jump out of your throat, your ears, and your chest with how hard the beating was resonating. It was making you feel like you wanted to pass out, throw up, and have a panic attack all at the same time. This surprise was for something you had wanted for as long as you could remember; now that you were actually getting it, it was making you feel so many things at once that you were certain you were going to pass away from all of them.

When you were able to focus back on Matt, you saw that he was looking sideways at the bag. That made you swallow thickly because that told you that he had found the last thing you had put in there for him.

As your boyfriend’s hand came out of the bag, you felt your legs start to shake. You gripped the archway so tightly with the hand that wasn’t holding your phone that you thought that you were going to crush your bones from the sheer force of it. Looking intently at Matt, you watched as he examined whatever it was that he was holding in his hands.

His face went through a range of emotions. It started with outright shock, quickly shifted to unabated happiness, and finally ended on pure, unadulterated love as he turned to look at you. When he put the item down, you swallowed a thick lump in your throat.

“What… what was that last item, Matthew?” You asked. You knew full well what it was because you had put the bag together. You just wanted to hear Matt say it; needed to hear what his voice sounded like as he said the words.

“It was a positive pregnancy test,” Matt replied, his voice laced with as much happiness and positive emotion as you’d ever heard from him.

“And what does that plus the other two things mean to you?” You bit your lip as you gripped the archway as hard as you possibly could. Your legs felt like they were about ready to cave underneath the weight of the current situation and you needed to grip that archway for dear life to keep from falling to the floor in an emotional puddle.

“That my partner is having my baby.”

Matt’s eyes were shiny and a few stray tears spilled from the corners of them as he stood from the barstool and walked over to you. He wrapped you in the tightest hug he had ever given you and softly ran his hands along your back. Not a moment later, you felt him start to vibrate against you. That told you that your boyfriend had started to cry. You stopped the recording and slipped your phone back into your pocket before you brought your hands up and ran them soothingly along Matt’s sides. Matt brought his head up connected his lips with yours. Smiling into the kiss, you moved your hands to your boyfriend’s back and gripped gently to get a better kissing experience. When Matt stopped kissing you, he stepped back a couple of steps. He brought a hand up and gently slotted it over your stomach, a fond smile on his face.

“I know this is probably a little premature,” he started, rubbing his hand along the tiny bump that was already forming. “But I love you already little one.”

Your heartstrings pulled incredibly taut in your chest as Matt continued to rub gently along the tiny bump. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to Matt’s cheek, a soft smile on your face. Matt hummed as he gently ran his thumb along your stomach.

“I love you so much, Matthew,” you said as you put both of your hands on top of Matt’s hand over your stomach.

Matt smiled, bringing his free hand up to gently cup your cheek, running his thumb along the cheek bone. After staring longingly into your eyes for a moment, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you way more than you’ll ever know, (Y/N),” Matt said. “And I’m so ready for us to be parents to this baby.”

You felt your entire body fill with fondness and warmth at the fact that Matt felt the same way you did about becoming a parent. It was so nice to be on the same page about this. It was so nice because you and Matt becoming parents is everything you could ever want.

[withhowsadsteps]

from the dining table - matt fic (bbtl)

I’ve been struggling with my basically chronic pains for days now because of work and standing on my feet for multiple hours but hey! Managed to write something. I’ve been wanting to write more and more but I just literally can’t produce words, or I lack the motivation to do so whenever I have some time to do so. As always, I’m sorry for any mistakes, because, you guessed it, I kind of did not proofread it.

!: So, this is basically an AU – 2020’s without the pandemic and the other shit happening rn. IDK. Also because I’ve been listening to Harry Styles and Måneskin A LOT I imagined Matt’s music being something like the music H and Måneskin put out. Also they are a bit older. Yeah also if you care, I also imagined Matt’s hairstyle to be something like the hairstyle Dean had for the DA MAN -photoshoot, ugh. Especially the first pic…

warnings: mentions of cancer (not anything too specific because I do not have the knowledge to be more specific), umm… idk if there is something else worthy of a mention. angsty.

wordcount: about 2,5k, this is a lengthy one and because of that the ending is a bit sudden, sorry!

I’m sorry, but I think it is better for you to forget me and my love for you. Forget every memory and every feeling. Chase your dreams. Maybe in another life we would’ve been perfect. Be free, go out there. Maybe one day we’ll meet again.

That is all Y/N could type on her phone, her eyes blurred by the tears streaming down her face. She barely sent the text to Matt as her heart broke into million pieces. She knew that she had to do this and as much as it was going to hurt Matt, this was the least painful way to do this. As soon as she could manage to dry her eyes, she deleted all her social media and packed the last things in her room. As shitty as Luton was, she was going to miss it.

Before she hopped in her father’s car, she received a voice message from Matt.

Y/N, baby. Don’t do this to me. Are you home? Let me see you, why are you doing this? Is it someone else? Did I do something? Please.

She could hear his quiet sobs whenever he stopped for a while. She put her phone away and tried to calm herself down. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell him, honey? I’ll drive you to his place if…” Her dad asked softly but he did not even get to finish what he was about to say. Y/N shook her head and turned to look away from her father.

5 years later

For her 24th birthday her friends had a great idea. They knew how much she loved Harry Styles and his music. And that she was from Luton. They figured that when she said “Matt’s music is overrated, and he is not even that good” she just didn’t want to admit that she used to know him and live near him. So, they got them all tickets for his sold-out London gig. None of them knew that Matt and Y/N used to be in love. And that she still was very much in love with him. Y/N was still so deeply in love that she didn’t even dare to listen to any of his songs. Had he written any songs about her? How she left him and how fucked up the way she did it was? Did he write songs about his new lover or lovers? She did not want to move to London the way she had to.

And now here she sat on her bed in her studio, with her two closest friends pacing around her small apartment getting ready. Y/N tried not to be a dick and still jokingly told her friends that this was the shittiest gift they could’ve given her. It was not a complete lie though. What if Matt saw her there? What would happen then? For 5 years she had avoided him. She knew very well that he too moved to London as soon as he got famous, but even after that she hadn’t seen him around. What if Matt asked her questions, would she lie to him? Tell him that she moved because her dad got a job in London? Even then that wouldn’t be a reason to break up, Luton wasn’t that far away. She took a deep breath and got up and changed her black outfit on. She didn’t want to be too noticeable and wanted to melt to the crowd. For obvious reasons.

-

Y/N knew that Matt didn’t make bad music. She knew that she would love anything and everything he would play and sing. His band was good, that wasn’t surprising either. She felt proud to see him up there on the stage. Matt was made for this. But she also felt bittersweet. The concert was nearing its end when Matt took a short break to drink some water and to take a better look at the crowd. Y/N didn’t notice his stare, but he noticed her. He felt like his lungs were going to give up and his breath was taken away for a minute.

“This next song… I wrote this couple of years ago. She was the love of my life. It is her birthday today… I wish her well and I hope that she has a very happy birthday, wherever she is.”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to feel a kind of panic building inside her.

“Y/N/N, do you know who he is talking about?! Girl, how did you not tell us that you share the same birthday with his ex”, her friends laughed and gently pushed her. The song started and Matt’s voice and his words filled her ears, making her burst into tears. That is when something clicked inside her friend’s minds. The rest of the gig went in a blur, rest of the songs going in and out of your ears.

Without her friends, Y/N wouldn’t have been able to navigate her way home. She felt lost. She felt extremely bad. Guilty. Heartbroken, in love. Mad at herself. She had to explain herself to her best friends. Why she didn’t tell them that she loved Matt.

-

Usually Y/N didn’t drink too much alcohol. She didn’t like being drunk and she hated the hangovers she got. But this weekend, she used her birthday as her excuse for drinking until she passed out in her bed. Sunday evening came and she had to stop being reckless and get ready for a day full of classes at her UNI and a shift at a nearby café. She couldn’t help herself. She tried to avoid her phone but now, laying under her sheets, she took her phone in her hands and searched for Matt’s last message for her. The voice message.

Y/N, baby. Don’t do this to me. Are you home? Let me see you, why are you doing this? Is it someone else? Did I do something? Please.

She repeated the message countless times over and over again. Would it be a mistake to send Matt a message? Would that be so horrible?

Matt? I wonder if this is still your number… I’m so sorry. For everything. I know I promised you that I’d be yours forever. I still am, in a way. I still love you. I have not wanted anyone else’s love. But it was the right thing to do. You probably don’t believe me, but M, look what you’ve achieved. With me, I don’t know if you would’ve been able to achieve all this. The song… it broke my heart. I’m so sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. I’m deeply remorseful. I came there because none of my friends knew about us until that night. I… I don’t know why I’m even typing this. You probably don’t want anything to do with me. But I’m so proud of you. I’m so fucking proud of you, M. You’re doing so well. God. I always knew you’d blow people’s mind off if you ever got the chance to do so. I was right, wasn’t I? I think I’m still somewhat drunk, fuck. I guess I just needed to tell you that I know what I did was awful. I promise I just wanted to save you from more tears. I was pretty sure I would not… You know, I won’t bother you with it. I couldn’t even meet you face to face to say my farewells, because I was too weak. I’ll never stop loving you. I hope your proud of yourself, Matty. I hope you’ve found someone worthy of your love. I wish you all the best, Y/N.

The rest of her day went, again, in a blur. She slept only a couple of hours during the night and woke up early in the morning. Even though she knew this day would exhaust her, she was happy that she had so much to do. No time to think about Matt or the past.

-

Y/N closed the door behind her and turned to lock it. The last hour at the café had been quiet and easy, but nevertheless she couldn’t wait to go home. She wanted to drown her sorrows in the warm water of her bath and then swaddle herself in her blankets.

“Everyone used to ask me why I broke your heart as if I was the one who ended things.”

It took her a few seconds to process the words a familiar voice spat out behind her. She turned around. She looked exhausted; Matt could see that in her face. Y/N couldn’t help herself and think how good he looked in his black leather jacket, his hair a little messy.

“And then after five years, I see you there, looking even more beautiful than before. I couldn’t help but think that you came there just to say fuck you Matt, I’ve found someone much better than you. I did not know that you’d go home and get drunk and then text me, as if you broke up with me a week ago.”

Matt’s words were filled with anger. Y/N didn’t know what to say. She felt small before him, her knees felt weak.

“Well, are you going to explain yourself or did you message me just to remind me again that you left me weeping, huh? Say something!”

Y/N manage to mutter some words out softly and quietly:

“I live nearby… I don’t want to talk about it here”

-

Arriving at her studio, she let Matt in first. He sat down at her small dining table, waiting for her to join him. Y/N slowly let down her backpack and got out a box filled to the brim out of her closet. She sat down before him and with shaky hands opened up the box and went through the papers until she found the few of them she was looking for. She put them down before Matt and took a deep breath. Her hands were still shaking, her breaths becoming a little bit too quick. Matt took the first paper in his hands and started reading him. The color drained from his face. Cancer. “Y/N”

“I’m so sorry Matt, I thought I was dying. I was sure I would not survive, M. I’m surprised I made it this far. We moved to London to be closer to the best hospitals. I wanted to save you from my death, that is why I did what I did, Matty, I’m so sorry.”

She started hysterically sobbing after that. All the guilt she had carried with her until this point just culminated and erupted fully at last. She was so exhausted from her treatments, from the heartbreak and now from school and work.

“I distanced myself from everyone I loved, except from my parents and siblings. I did not want to see others hurt like my family was hurting. I even prepared my own funeral, Matt. It was bad.”

Matt took her hands in his own, trying to calm her nerves. He let her cry until she had no tears left to cry.

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve been there with you, through everything. I can’t believe I wasn’t there to hold your hand when you needed me the most.”

Matt’s voice was so quiet Y/N could barely hear his words.

-

Their relationship wasn’t fixed right away. Y/N still felt way too guilty about her actions. Matt had to process all the information. He had to tour around the UK for a couple of months before they could see each other again. By then, Y/N was able to speak more about the five years they had been apart. It was easier to speak about the illness and the guilt she felt now that they had met once before. Matt felt guilty, too. And more than that he felt deeply sad. But slowly he warmed up again and trusted Y/N with his heart again.

Matt did not need to ask her to be her girlfriend again. One night he took her out to watch the stars and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close. It led to a lengthy, melancholy, and love-filled kiss and ever since then, he was with her every chance he had to do so.

Y/N felt less stressed about work and her studies when he was with her, keeping an eye on her. Making sure that she was staying healthy, watching her chase her dreams as he had already achieved almost all his. His last dream was to marry the love of his life, but that remained a goal for some time later. But he knew who the love of his life was. He always knew. And so did she.

[mydemimonde]

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

✎ = still writing

⚘ BEN HARDY

▪ Ben dating a latina (headcanon)

▪ Making out with Ben (headcanon)

▪ ‘Early Christmas Gift’ (one shot)

▪ ‘Marathon’ (one shot) (+18)

▪ ‘Challenge accepted’ (one shot) (+18)

▪ ‘Happy New Year’ (one shot) (+18)

▪ ‘Make love to me’ (one shot) (+18)

⚘ DEAN-CHARLES CHAPMAN

▪ ‘Muse’ ─ Matt (Blinded by the Light) x OC (✎)

⇢ Chapter 1

⇢ Chapter 2

⇢ Chapter 3

⇢ Chapter 4

⇢ Chapter 5

⇢ Chapter 6

⇢ Chapter 7

⇢ Chapter 8

[britishboystm]

Control (Matt Blinded By The Light Smut)

warnings: smut 18+, swearing, orgasm denial, dom male, sub female, agression, rough

word count: 1672

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“If you could fulfill any sexual fantasy, what would it be?”

Matt looks down at you laying on his torso and lets out a small laugh. The two of you had been spending some time together in his room, listening to his band's new demo. It wasn’t half bad.

“What’s so funny?” You pretend to sound offended by his laughter but you knew that it was a very strange question to ask, so you couldn’t really blame him.

“Nothing, I just didn’t expect that from you.” He responds.

“It’s almost midnight. This is prime time for these types of questions.” He lets out a sigh and shimmies a bit to get more comfortable on his twin bed.

“Do you really want me to answer this?” He almost seemed slightly embarrassed. You nod vigorously and he lets out another sigh as he rubs your back gently.

“Okay, you know how I kind of blow up when my dad and I get into fights?”

“Yeah?”

“Well sometimes when I meet up with you to chat

about it afterwards, the only thing I can think about is fucking your brains out.” This makes you sit up immediately, and you look at your boyfriend in shock.

“Really? I would have never thought that.”

“I don’t know, I just get all these pent up emotions and it makes me really horny and I don’t know why. It’s like I need an outlet to get rid of all that energy. Like the idea of you laying there for me to control makes me hard.” Being in college for psychology, you immediately knew what he was trying to say.

“Of course I’d never go through with it though, because well I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and scared and all that.” He was trying to save his skin. He had just opened up about a very personal thing and you could tell he was nervous to tell you this. But quite the contrary, you were actually quite proud of him.

It was plainly obvious that his dad had a huge effect on him. He made him feel small, so wanting to be in control in the bedroom was Matt’s way of coping with that power dynamic.

“Matt look at me.” Your words are stern as you place a hand on his cheek and force him to look at you.

“I’m willing to try it.”

“What?” He’s absolutely at a loss for words.

“I said, if it would make you feel better, I’m willing to try it. Only if we establish a safe word though.”

“Of course! I would nev-“

“Shh, Matt, you're getting loud. Your dad might hear.”

“Sorry.” He whispers. You giggle in response and lean in to kiss him deeply on the lips.

———

You had been absolutely swamped with school work. You also felt quite bad because you hadn’t seen Matt in a few days, or had even talked to him. There was no time to hang out so you felt very lonely.

“Y/N?” You heard being yelled from downstairs. Your eyebrows knit in a frown. It was Matt’s voice. Good thing your parents weren’t home because Matt did not sound happy or in a good mood.

“Up here!” You yell back. Heavy footsteps could be heard coming up the staircase and the second he entered your bedroom you knew right away what was coming.

His cheeks were flushed and his hair was slightly disheveled. His nostrils were flaring and his breathing was heavy.

“I think I need to take you up on your offer.” He says, still very much fuming. You immediately toss your homework aside and nod. He then paces a bit, clearly thinking.

“Stand up and strip.” You move off of the bed and stand by the side. He watches you intently as you remove each item of clothing you had on.

He moves to the other side of the bed and the two of you face each other while you strip. Both your eyes bore into each other with lust and heat and it almost becomes a race for who will be naked first.

It doesn’t take long before the two of you are stark naked, staring at each other while panting like wild dogs.

“Get on the bed.” He commands. Those words quickly brought a tingle to your centre as you scramble to get on the sheets and lay out for him to do what he pleases.

Matt then crawls on to the mattress and hooks his forearms under your bent knees. Without a warning he pulls you aggressively towards him which makes you squeal in surprise.

“Are you sure.” He says with cautious eyes. You nod your head.

“I need you to say it love.” He’s still panting.

“Yes Matt. I want you to fuck me, use me I don’t care.” He smirks proudly at you in response.

“And what’s the safe word?”

“Cloud.”

“Alright then.” He says before leaning over and aggressively smashing his lips onto yours. Matt is very quick to flip you on your stomach and pull your hips towards him. He then grabs your hair with one hand and tilts your head back so he can see the exposed skin of your neck.

Wetness is spread across your flesh and you let out a moan as a result.

“Matt, just fuck me already.” You were growing impatient and it makes Matt snicker.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. Just sit there like the pretty little doll you are.” You gulp and nod, getting slightly nervous.

He notices your hesitancy and switches back to his normal personality almost immediately.

“Are you alright? We can always stop if you want.” You flip over again and lay down. You stare up at his wide, worried eyes and slightly agar mouth as he pants. Then you scan the rest of his body, coming across his torso and then his painfully hard member. It turned you on so much to see him so passionate about this and having the animalistic urge to fuck you. All hesitation went away.

“Like the pretty little doll I am.” You repeat back in a whisper full of lust. Your hands run down his flushed cheeks. He grins widely at your words, grabs your hands roughly from his face and pins your arms to the sheets, sucking heavily along your throat.

You let out a groan as he lays flush against you. His hips begin to shimmy as he tries to line himself up with you.

Once he is finally able to find your opening, he doesn’t take much time to slam into you and begin hammering at an ungodly pace.

“Fu-fuck you’re s-so fucking tight.” He whines. You could feel his hands against your wrists tighten and your hips being pushed further and further into the mattress.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He grunts and pants before speeding up even more, if that was even possible. All you could do was let out the tiniest whimpers and whines as your eyes rolled back into your skull. The pleasure was too much to handle that you were left incoherent.

He then quickly flipped you over and pulled you up to your knees once more. His fingers dig into your hip bones and he harshly enters you from behind. Before you could let out a yelp, his right hand comes up to your hair and grips it and pulls your head back.

He lets out curse words once in a while, letting out his anger for his father, the anger dissipating with each thrust.

“Such a good little slut.” He grunts. Your eyes go wide at his words and you can feel him go in easier. His words had gotten you even wetter than before.

“Fuck baby.” You cry out. His grip on your hair tightens and as he pulls you closer to him he whispers in your ear,

“Did I say you could speak?” You whine and without any notice, he squishes your face in the mattress, continuing to ram into you.

Your orgasm was beginning to creep up and you were desperate to let that coil unravel. Matt had a different plan though because just as you were beginning to clench around him, he pulled out abruptly and moved away from the bed, panting and taking a seat at your desk chair.

“What the fuck?” You screeched, clenching your legs as you laid on your stomach.

“Sit up.” His voice was stern and you were still very much playing along so you sat up against the bed frame.

“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you get yourself off.” You nodded frantically, gasping for air as you watch him take a hold of his dick and begin pumping it.

You stuck a couple fingers in your mouth without breaking eye contact, then moved them down your stomach to finally reach your drenched core.

Your actions caused Matt to speed up his movements which in turn made you do the same. You entered those two fingers in and began moving them back and forth. Your left hand grabs your breast as you start to moan his name.

“Fucking hell.” He groans in return.

You both were going at yourselfs at ungodly speeds until the collective moans of orgasm filled your room.

“Thank you Y/N.” he panted out while walking back over to you and pulling you into his arms. You laid yourself on top of him and gently ran your hand over his now soft member.

“Your welcome love.” You whisper. He smiles down at you and kisses your forehead.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He was now noticing the redness of your wrists and the small crescent moon shapes of his fingernails that littered your skin.

“No you didn’t. God your such a fucking beast, such a turn on.” You giggle.

“Yeah?” He looks down at you again and smirks with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, truly amazing.”

“We will have to do this more often than.”

“Most definitely.”

[blueeyedheizer]

why aren't there more matt fics here ughhhh Im craving for some matt x reader but no one writes for him and I hate reading my own stuff so,, i'm THIRSTY

[smashpages]

Winners announced for the 2019 Eisner Awards

The winners were announced last night for the 2019 Will Eisner Comic Industry Awards.

Tom King and Mitch Gerads, partners on the Mister Miracle series from DC, took home five awards between them. John Allison’s Giant Days and The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang also took home multiple awards.

The Eisner Awards also inducted 10 people into the Hall of Fame last night: the judges chose Jim Aparo, June Tarpé Mills, Dave Stevens and Morrie Turner, while voters chose José Luis García-López, Jenette Kahn, Paul Levitz, Wendy and Richard Pini, and Bill Sienkiewicz to join the class of 2019.

Other awards given out last night included the The Bill Finger Excellence In Comic Book Writing Award, which was presented to Mike Friedrich and the late E. Nelson Bridwell, and the Russ Manning Most Promising Newcomer Award, which went to Lorena Alvarez.

The 2019 recipients of the Bob Clampett Humanitarian Award were Edgardo Miranda-Rodriguez, for his work on Ricanstruction: Reminiscing & Rebuilding Puerto Rico, and comic artist Tula Lotay, AKA Lisa Wood, for creating the UK-based Thought Bubble Festival. And La Revisteria Comics in Argentina won the Will Eisner Spirit of Comics Retailer Award.

You can see all the Eisner winners below, in bold.

Best Short Story

“Get Naked in Barcelona,” by Steven T. Seagle and Emei Olivia Burrell, in Get Naked (Image)

“The Ghastlygun Tinies,” by Matt Cohen and Marc Palm, in MAD magazine #4 (DC)

“Here I Am,” by Shaun Tan, in I Feel Machine (SelfMadeHero)

“Life During Interesting Times,” by Mike Dawson (The Nib), https://thenib.com/greatest-generation-interesting-times

“Supply Chains,” by Peter and Maria Hoey, in Coin-Op #7 (Coin-Op Books)

“The Talk of the Saints,” by Tom King and Jason Fabok, in Swamp Thing Winter Special (DC)

Best Single Issue/One-Shot

Beneath the Dead Oak Tree, by Emily Carroll (ShortBox)

Black Hammer: Cthu-Louise, by Jeff Lemire and Emi Lenox (Dark Horse)

No Better Words, by Carolyn Nowak (Silver Sprocket)

Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man #310, by Chip Zdarsky (Marvel)

The Terrible Elisabeth Dumn Against the Devils In Suits, by Arabson, translated by James Robinson (IHQ Studio/ Image)

Best Continuing Series

Batman, by Tom King et al. (DC)

Black Hammer: Age of Doom, by Jeff Lemire, Dean Ormston, and Rich Tommaso (Dark Horse)

Gasolina, by Sean Mackiewicz and Niko Walter (Skybound/Image)

Giant Days, by John Allison, Max Sarin, and Julaa Madrigal (BOOM! Box)

The Immortal Hulk, by Al Ewing, Joe Bennett, and Ruy José (Marvel)

Runaways, by Rainbow Rowell and Kris Anka (Marvel)

Best Limited Series

Batman: White Knight, by Sean Murphy (DC)

Eternity Girl, by Magdalene Visaggio and Sonny Liew (Vertigo/DC)

Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles, by Mark Russell, Mike Feehan, and Mark Morales (DC)

Mister Miracle, by Tom King and Mitch Gerads (DC)

X-Men: Grand Design: Second Genesis, by Ed Piskor (Marvel)

Best New Series

Bitter Root, by David Walker, Chuck Brown, and Sanford Green (Image)

Crowded, by Christopher Sebela, Ro Stein, and Ted Brandt (Image)

Gideon Falls, by Jeff Lemire and Andrea Sorrentino (Image)

Isola, by Brenden Fletcher and Karl Kerschl (Image)

Man-Eaters, by Chelsea Cain and Kate Niemczyk (Image)

Skyward, by Joe Henderson and Lee Garbett (Image)

Best Publication for Early Readers (up to age 8)

Johnny Boo and the Ice Cream Computer, by James Kochalka (Top Shelf/IDW)

Petals, by Gustavo Borges (KaBOOM!)

Peter & Ernesto: A Tale of Two Sloths, by Graham Annable (First Second)

This Is a Taco! By Andrew Cangelose and Josh Shipley (CubHouse/Lion Forge)

Tiger Vs. Nightmare, by Emily Tetri (First Second)

Best Publication for Kids (ages 9–12)

Aquicorn Cove, by Katie O’Neill (Oni)

Be Prepared, by Vera Brosgol (First Second)

The Cardboard Kingdom, by Chad Sell (Knopf/Random House Children’s Books)

Crush, by Svetlana Chmakova (JY/Yen Press)

The Divided Earth, by Faith Erin Hicks (First Second)

Best Publication for Teens (ages 13–17)

All Summer Long, by Hope Larson (Farrar Straus Giroux)

Gumballs, by Erin Nations (Top Shelf/IDW)

Middlewest, by Skottie Young and Jorge Corona (Image)

Norroway, Book 1: The Black Bull of Norroway, by Cat Seaton and Kit Seaton (Image)

The Prince and the Dressmaker, by Jen Wang (First Second)

Watersnakes, by Tony Sandoval, translated by Lucas Marangon (Magnetic/Lion Forge)

Best Humor Publication

Get Naked, by Steven T. Seagle et al. (Image)

Giant Days, by John Allison, Max Sarin, and Julia Madrigal (BOOM! Box)

MAD magazine, edited by Bill Morrison (DC)

A Perfect Failure: Fanta Bukowski 3, by Noah Van Sciver (Fantagraphics)

Woman World, by Aminder Dhaliwal (Drawn & Quarterly)

Best Anthology

Femme Magnifique: 50 Magnificent Women Who Changed the World, edited by Shelly Bond (Black Crown/IDW)

Puerto Rico Strong, edited by Marco Lopez, Desiree Rodriguez, Hazel Newlevant, Derek Ruiz, and Neil Schwartz (Lion Forge)

Twisted Romance, edited by Alex de Campi (Image)

Where We Live: A Benefit for the Survivors in Las Vegas, edited by Will Dennis, curated by J. H. Williams III and Wendy Wright-Williams (Image)

Best Reality-Based Work

All the Answers: A Graphic Memoir, by Michael Kupperman (Gallery 13)

All the Sad Songs, by Summer Pierre (Retrofit/Big Planet)

Is This Guy For Real? The Unbelievable Andy Kaufman, by Box Brown (First Second)

Monk! by Youssef Daoudi (First Second)

One Dirty Tree, by Noah Van Sciver (Uncivilized Books)

Best Graphic Album—New

Bad Girls, by Alex de Campi and Victor Santos (Gallery 13)

Come Again, by Nate Powell (Top Shelf/IDW)

Green Lantern: Earth One Vol. 1, by Corinna Bechko and Gabriel Hardman (DC)

Homunculus, by Joe Sparrow (ShortBox)

My Heroes Have Always Been Junkies, by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips (Image)

Sabrina, by Nick Drnaso (Drawn & Quarterly)

Best Graphic Album—Reprint

Berlin, by Jason Lutes (Drawn & Quarterly)

Girl Town, by Carolyn Nowak (Top Shelf/IDW)

Upgrade Soul, by Ezra Claytan Daniels (Lion Forge)

The Vision hardcover, by Tom King, Gabriel Hernandez Walta, and Michael Walsh (Marvel)

Young Frances, by Hartley Lin (AdHouse Books)

Best Adaptation from Another Medium

Anne Frank’s Diary: The Graphic Adaptation, adapted by Ari Folman and David Polonsky (Pantheon)

“Frankenstein” by Mary Shelley, in Frankenstein: Junji Ito Story Collection, adapted by Junji Ito, translated by Jocelyne Allen (VIZ Media)

Out in the Open by Jesús Carraso, adapted by Javi Rey, translated by Lawrence Schimel (SelfMadeHero)

Speak: The Graphic Novel, by Laurie Halse Anderson and Emily Carroll (Farrar Straus Giroux)

To Build a Fire: Based on Jack London’s Classic Story, by Chabouté (Gallery 13)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material

About Betty’s Boob, by Vero Cazot and Julie Rocheleau, translated by Edward Gauvin (Archaia/BOOM!)

Brazen: Rebel Ladies Who Rocked the World, by Pénélope Bagieu (First Second)

Herakles Book 1, by Edouard Cour, translated by Jeremy Melloul (Magnetic/Lion Forge)

Niourk, by Stefan Wul and Olivier Vatine, translated by Brandon Kander and Diana Schutz (Dark Horse)

A Sea of Love, by Wilfrid Lupano and Grégory Panaccione (Magnetic/Lion Forge)

Best U.S. Edition of International Material—Asia

Abara: Complete Deluxe Edition, by Tsutomu Nihei, translated by Sheldon Drzka (VIZ Media)

Dead Dead Demon’s Dededede Destruction, by Inio Asano, translated by John Werry (VIZ Media)

Laid-Back Camp, by Afro, translated by Amber Tamosaitis (Yen Press)

My Beijing: Four Stories of Everyday Wonder, by Nie Jun, translated by Edward Gauvin (Graphic Universe/Lerner)

Tokyo Tarareba Girls, by Akiko Higashimura (Kodansha)

Best Archival Collection/Project—Strips

Pogo, vol. 5: Out of This World At Home, by Walt Kelly, edited by Mark Evanier and Eric Reynolds (Fantagraphics)

Sky Masters of the Space Force: The Complete Sunday Strips in Color (1959–1960), by Jack Kirby, Wally Wood et al., edited by Ferran Delgado (Amigo Comics)

Star Wars: Classic Newspaper Strips, vol. 3, by Archie Goodwin and Al Williamson, edited by Dean Mullaney (Library of American Comics/IDW)

The Temple of Silence: Forgotten Words and Worlds of Herbert Crowley, by Justin Duerr (Beehive Books

Thimble Theatre and the Pre-Popeye Comics of E. C. Segar, edited by Peter Maresca (Sunday Press)

Best Archival Collection/Project—Comic Books

Action Comics: 80 Years of Superman Deluxe Edition, edited by Paul Levitz (DC)

Bill Sienkiewicz’s Mutants and Moon Knights… And Assassins… Artifact Edition, edited by Scott Dunbier (IDW)

Dirty Plotte: The Complete Julie Doucet (Drawn & Quarterly)

Madman Quarter Century Shindig, by Mike Allred, edited by Chris Ryall (IDW)

Terry Moore’s Strangers in Paradise Gallery Edition, edited by Joseph Melchior and Bob Chapman (Abstract Studio/Graphitti Designs)

Will Eisner’s A Contract with God: Curator’s Collection, edited by John Lind (Kitchen Sink/Dark Horse)

Best Writer

Alex de Campi, Bad Girls (Gallery 13); Twisted Romance (Image)

Tom King, Batman, Mister Miracle, Heroes in Crisis, Swamp Thing Winter Special (DC)

Jeff Lemire, Black Hammer: Age of Doom, Doctor Star & the Kingdom of Lost Tomorrows, Quantum Age (Dark Horse); Descender, Gideon Falls, Royal City (Image)

Mark Russell, Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles, Green Lantern/Huckleberry Hound, Lex Luthor/Porky Pig (DC); Lone Ranger (Dynamite)

Kelly Thompson, Nancy Drew (Dynamite); Hawkeye, Jessica Jones, Mr. & Mrs. X, Rogue & Gambit, Uncanny X-Men, West Coast Avengers (Marvel)

Chip Zdarsky, Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man, Marvel Two-in-One (Marvel)

Best Writer/Artist

Sophie Campbell, Wet Moon (Oni)

Nick Drnaso, Sabrina (Drawn & Quarterly)

David Lapham, Lodger (Black Crown/IDW); Stray Bullets (Image)

Nate Powell, Come Again (Top Shelf/IDW)

Tony Sandoval, Watersnakes (Magnetic/Lion Forge)

Jen Wang, The Prince and the Dressmaker (First Second)

Best Penciller/Inker or Penciller/Inker Team

Matías Bergara, Coda (BOOM!)

Mitch Gerads, Mister Miracle (DC)

Karl Kerschl, Isola (Image)

Sonny Liew, Eternity Girl (Vertigo/DC)

Sean Phillips, Kill or Be Killed, My Heroes Have Always Been Junkies (Image)

Yanick Paquette, Wonder Woman Earth One, vol. 2 (DC)

Best Painter/Multimedia Artist (interior art)

Lee Bermejo, Batman: Damned (DC)

Carita Lupatelli, Izuna Book 2 (Humanoids)

Dustin Nguyen, Descender (Image)

Gregory Panaccione, A Sea of Love (Magnetic/Lion Forge)

Tony Sandoval, Watersnakes (Magnetic/Lion Forge)

Best Cover Artist (for multiple covers)

Jen Bartel, Blackbird (Image); Submerged (Vault)

Nick Derington, Mister Miracle (DC)

Karl Kerschl, Isola (Image)

Joshua Middleton, Batgirl and Aquaman variants (DC)

Julian Tedesco, Hawkeye, Life of Captain Marvel (Marvel)

Best Coloring

Jordie Bellaire, Batgirl, Batman (DC); The Divided Earth (First Second); Days of Hate, Dead Hand, Head Lopper, Redlands (Image); Shuri, Doctor Strange (Marvel)

Tamra Bonvillain, Alien 3 (Dark Horse); Batman, Doom Patrol (DC); Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur, Multiple Man (Marvel)

Nathan Fairbairn, Batman, Batgirl, Birds of Prey, Wonder Woman Earth One, vol. 2 (DC); Die!Die!Die! (Image)

Matt Hollingsworth, Batman: White Knight (DC): Seven to Eternity, Wytches (Image)

Matt Wilson, Black Cloud, Paper Girls, The Wicked + The Divine (Image); The Mighty Thor, Runaways (Marvel)

Best Lettering

David Aja, Seeds (Berger Books/Dark Horse)

Jim Campbell, Breathless, Calexit, Gravetrancers, Snap Flash Hustle, Survival Fetish, The Wilds (Black Mask); Abbott, Alice: Dream to Dream, Black Badge, Clueless, Coda, Fence, Firefly, Giant Days, Grass Kings, Lumberjanes: The Infernal Compass, Low Road West, Sparrowhawk (BOOM); Angelic (Image); Wasted Space (Vault)

Alex de Campi, Bad Girls (Gallery 13); Twisted Romance (Image)

Jared Fletcher, Batman: Damned (DC); The Gravediggers Union, Moonshine, Paper Girls, Southern Bastards (Image)

Todd Klein— Black Hammer: Age of Doom, Neil Gaiman’s A Study in Emerald (Dark Horse); Batman: White Night (DC); Eternity Girl, Books of Magic (Vertigo/DC); The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Tempest (Top Shelf/IDW)

Best Comics-Related Periodical/ Journalism

Note: There was a tie in this category

Back Issue, edited by Michael Eury (TwoMorrows)

The Columbus Scribbler, edited by Brian Canini, columbusscribbler.com

Comicosity, edited by Aaron Long and Matt Santori,  www.comicosity.com

LAAB Magazine #0: Dark Matter, edited by Ronald Wimberley and Josh O’Neill (Beehive Books)

PanelxPanel magazine, edited by Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, panelxpanel.com

Best Comics-Related Book

Comic Book Implosion: An Oral History of DC Comics Circa 1978, by Keith Dallas and John Wells (TwoMorrows)

Drawn to Purpose: American Women Illustrators and Cartoonists, by Martha H. Kennedy (University Press of Mississippi)

The League of Regrettable Sidekicks, by Jon Morris (Quirk Books)

Mike Grell: Life Is Drawing Without an Eraser, by Dewey Cassell with Jeff Messer (TwoMorrows)

Yoshitaka Amano: The Illustrated Biography—Beyond the Fantasy, by Florent Gorges, translated by Laure Dupont and Annie Gullion (Dark Horse)

Best Academic/Scholarly Work

Between Pen and Pixel: Comics, Materiality, and the Book of the Future, by Aaron Kashtan (Ohio State University Press)

Breaking the Frames: Populism and Prestige in Comics Studies, by Marc Singer (University of Texas Press)

The Goat-Getters: Jack Johnson, the Fight of the Century, and How a Bunch of Raucous Cartoonists Reinvented Comics, by Eddie Campbell (Library of American Comics/IDW/Ohio State University Press)

Incorrigibles and Innocents, by Lara Saguisag (Rutgers Univeristy Press)

Sweet Little C*nt: The Graphic Work of Julie Doucet, by Anne Elizabeth Moore (Uncivilized Books)

Best Publication Design

A Sea of Love, designed by Wilfrid Lupano, Grégory Panaccione, and Mike Kennedy (Magnetic/Lion Forge)

The Stan Lee Story Collector’s Edition, designed by Josh Baker (Taschen)

The Temple of Silence: Forgotten Worlds of Herbert Crowley, designed by Paul Kepple and Max Vandenberg (Beehive Books)

Terry Moore’s Strangers in Paradise Gallery Edition, designed by Josh Beatman/Brainchild Studios/NYC (Abstract Studio/Graphitti Designs)

Will Eisner’s A Contract with God: Curator’s Collection, designed by John Lind (Kitchen Sink/Dark Horse)

Best Digital Comic

Aztec Empire, by Paul Guinan, Anina Bennett, and David Hahn, www.bigredhair.com/books/Aztec-empire/

The Führer and the Tramp, by Sean McArdle, Jon Judy, and Dexter Wee, http://thefuhrerandthetramp.com/

The Journey, by Pablo Leon (Rewire), https://rewire.news/article/2018/01/08/rewire-exclusive-comic-journey/

The Stone King, by Kel McDonald and Tyler Crook (comiXology Originals)  https://cmxl.gy/Stone-King

Umami, by Ken Niimura (Panel Syndicate), http://panelsyndicate.com/comics/umami

Best Webcomic

The Contradictions, by Sophie Yanow, www.thecontradictions.com

Lavender Jack, by Dan Schkade (WEBTOON), https://www.webtoons.com/en/thriller/lavender-jack/list?title_no=1410&page=1

Let’s Play, by Mongie (WEBTOON), https://www.webtoons.com/en/romance/letsplay/list?title_no=1218&page=1

Lore Olympus, by Rachel Smythe, (WEBTOON), https://www.webtoons.com/en/romance/lore-olympus/list?title_no=1320&page=1

Tiger, Tiger, by Petra Erika Nordlund, (Hiveworks) http://www.tigertigercomic.com/

[katehuntington]

Kate’s 300 followers challenge

300 followers; this calls for a celebration! And how better to celebrate this SPN blog that is about fanfiction and fanart, than to host a challenge!

The Theme:

The Unofficial Soundtrack of Supernatural

So many songs remind me of Supernatural and fit their amazing journey perfectly, but where never used on the show. That’s why I build a list of a 100 of my favorite songs that instantly make me think of the beautiful characters of this series.

The Challenge:

Pick a song from the list and take out either a line, a verse or use the entire song for your fanfiction or fanart. Write, paint, draw or edit the song into the story that you are telling.

The Rules:

Both written art and graphic art can participate, as long as it’s Supernatural related. Poems, fanfiction, drawings, graphics, video, you name it. The creator is completely free to choose. You are allowed to pick more than one song, too!

Send me a message with your choice of song. I will update the original post as soon as possible once people will send in their picks.

Mention the song at the top of the post or in the title. 

No Wincest. No Smut!Weechester. Not that I am against anyone writing it, but I would like to read and review every entry, and I don’t read this type of ships because they are not my thing. Other ships like Saileen, Destiel, Deanna, Megstiel, Reader x ... etc. are fine. 

You can create fluff, angst, smut, reader insert, OFC. Knock yourself out. Do remember to list trigger warnings at the top of your post.

For the writers: there is no minimum or maximum to words. When your story is over 500 words, remember to use the ‘Keep reading’ option.

When you use imagery (or even just gifs), remember to stick to the Tumblr guidelines. It would be a shame if anything got flagged.

I would like to be able to read and check out all the beautiful things you all are going to create, so use the tag #Kate’s 300 followers challenge. 

I will reblog all the artwork that stick to the rules above.

The Challenge ends on July 27th 2019. That gives you 3 months!

The List:

The list can be found on Spotify. Type ‘Kate’s 300 followers challenge’ in Spotify’s search engine to find it, or click the link. *CLICK*

You can also find the list if you scroll down and click ‘Keep reading.’

I cannot WAIT to see all you wonderful entries! This is gonna be so much fun. Bring it, people! Bring me all the wonderful art you girls and boys create.

Don’t hesitate to spread, tag and reblog this post! The more the merrier! 

@littlegreenplasticsoldier @idreamofhazel @winchest09 @kittenofdoomage @coffee-obsessed-writer @alwayskeepfightingkaz-2y5 @atc74 @kathaswings @mrswhozeewhatsis @emilyshurley @brokencasbutt67-writer @oneshoeshort @thinkwritexpress-official @imamotherfuckingstar-lord @fangirl-and-medstudent-help @luci-in-trenchcoats @spiritofoblivion @idreamofplaid @erins-culinary-service @canadianspnhunter @impala-dreamer @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @supermoonpanda @supernatural-jackles

Long As I Can See The Light - Creedence Clearwater Revival

With A Little Help From My Friends - Joe Cocker

American Pie - Don McLean

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

Hurt - Johnny Cash

Dust In The Wind - Kansas

Death And All His Friends - Coldplay

Livin’ On The Edge - Aerosmith

Brothers In Arms - Dire Straits

Another 45 Miles - Golden Earring

Let It Be - The Beatles

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd - @coffee-obsessed-writer

Alive - Pearl Jam

Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Lightning Crashes - Live

Leave A Light On - Tom Walker

God’s Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash

Turn The Page - Metallica

Against The Wind - Bob Seger

Stairway To Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley - @nickelkeep

Fix You - Coldplay - @thefaithfulwriter

Need The Sun To Break - James Bay

Way Down We Go - KALEO

Timshel - Mumford & Sons

Green Eyes - Coldplay - @thefaithfulwriter

Imagine - John Lennon

I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab for Cutie - @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Breathe Me - Sia - @castielslittlestbee

Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

Black - Pearl Jam

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes @thefaithfulwriter

Sorry - Kensington

Landslide - Fleedwood Mac

Tears In Heaven - Eric Clapton

Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.

Something Wicked This Way Comes - Lucinda Williams

Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan

Halo Of Flies - Alice Cooper

Ain’t No Sunshine - Bill Withers

Just Breathe - Pearl Jam

No Good - KALEO

Human - Rag’n Bone Man

Brother - NEEDTOBREATHE ft. Gavin DeGraw - @tumbler-tidbits

Black Dog - Led Zeppelin

Yesterday - The Beatles

Running To Stand Still - U2

Trouble - Ray LaMontagne

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

Welcome To The Jungle - Guns N’ Roses

Angel Dream (No. 2) - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - @coffee-obsessed-writer

Ain’t No Grave - Johnny Cash

God Only Knows - The Beach Boys

Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel

Creep - Radiohead

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls - @whatareyousearchingfordean

Paradise By The Dashboard Light - Meat Loaf

Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

Elysium - Bear’s Den

Not About Angels - Birdy

Heal - Tom Odell

Brother - Matt Corby

Redemption Day - Johnny Cash

Seven Bridges Road - Ricochet

Bed Of Roses - Bon Jovi

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

Stand By Me - Jason Manns

The Wicked - Blues Saraceno

99 Problems - Hugo

Save My Soul - Blues Saraceno

Blaze Of Glory - Jon Bon Jovi

Righteous Smoke - Monster Truck

So Far From Your Weapon - The Dead Weather

Street Spirit (Fade Out) - Radiohead

The Sound Of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel

Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Heartbreaker - Led Zeppelin

Heartache Tonight - The Eagles

Time Is Running Out - Muse @brokencasbutt67-writer

Storm - Lifehouse

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own - U2

About Today - The National

Wish It Was True - The White Buffalo

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

Desperado - The Eagles

To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra ft. Patrick Watson

Broken Halos - Chris Stapleton

Guiding Light - Foy Vance ft. Ed Sheeran

Hurricane - Thirty Seconds To Mars - @winchest09

Good Times Bad Times - Led Zeppelin

Inside My Head - Di-Rect

I Still Cry - Ilse DeLange

My Best Wasn’t Good Enough - Kane - @emilyshurley

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day

Knokken’ On Heaven’s Door - Avril Lavigne

Simple Man - Jensen Ackles

What Makes A Good Man? - The Heavy

Bottom Of The River - Delta Rae

“Heroes”- David Bowie

A New Day Yesterday - Jethro Pull

[sportswriters]

swing for the fence - m. chapman

pairing: matt chapman x female!reader | f, a, s | co-workers to lovers | wc: 1,734 | note: 18+ so minors do not interact!! speaking of matt, i'm sad there's no content for him, so i'm here to start something :D hope you like it!

i'ma throw it at you, boy better swing for the fence, oh boy my curves can be unusual to hit better swing for the fence, boy no coaching or no preparation, can get you ready the pressure's overwhelming, can you be real steady? (baseball, by leikeli47)

“help the giants clinch the playoffs, then we'll talk.”

that was your best answer so far to matt's flirting. since he moved to the team, you've been seeing each other a lot for business matters, that's how you got kind of close. you caught right away that he was a genuine guy — despite being talented and hot as hell —, so you couldn't help but giggle when his attempts started getting creative at the end of every meeting. 

“don't think we're gonna make it?” matt arched a brow.

“i think you need to make a lot of good runs. don't you think you're too busy to worry about me?”

“i'm sure when you get to know me better you'll know that i'm able to manage time and energy for everything that matters to me.”

silence. absolute silence. the staring contest was unbearable.

until someone called for you, taking both of your heads out of the gutter. the matter was not finished — a whole world of possibilities building up from there.

a few weeks later, the san francisco giants were one of the last teams to clinch the playoff spot. the crowd went wild, the staff hugged each other like they just won the world series. it was special, this feeling, it was unique.

the first date was at your favorite restaurant, located on the terrace of a building near your apartment. a small dance floor invited mostly couples to show off their teamwork. the smiles you were used to giving because of him turned into laughter, which made you want the evening to double in length. the second date was at a craft fair; matt was looking for new interests to make the most of his free time, so you helped him choose different materials to test which would be chosen — or prioritized. you accused him of luring you into a trap when you found yourself signing the list of participants for a pottery class. matt explained that, according to his research, it was an activity that would help you both get away from your work obligations for a while.

when you had the day off after another series, you went out for ice cream with the intention of returning home and chill for a bit. matt kissed you as soon as you crossed the threshold. you giggled and made an effort to break away from him, taking him by the hand to your bedroom. with all the lights off, you turned on only the yellow lamp next to the bed. the discreet light managed to highlight matt's hungry eyes on you. 

he could hardly focus on anything other than your body, especially your lips, which had already got him hooked since the second date. the way he kissed slowly and intensely, the way your tongues touched, the way his teeth gripped your lower lip made you light up. matt let out little sighs, showing himself to be just as affected as you.

“there's a matter i need to get rid of before we go on to what you've imagined," you said, trailing kisses down his jaw. your bodies were pressed together, his hand firmly on your hip allowing you to feel his cock slowly hardening. “i want to cum riding on your thigh. you have no idea how much i want that.”

matt turned his face away to look at you, his pupils dilated. he didn't even seem to be on this dimension. while you patiently fiddled with the buttons of his dress shirt, he took care of his own belt and pants, failing to hide his eagerness. 

“it's not that I'm nervous, it's just that i can't wait to feel you like this.”

you smiled, using one hand to pull down the straps of your dress while the other caressed his chest.

“it's okay to be nervous. it's a delight to know that you want this as much as i do.”

matt moaned softly, throwing his head back when you touched him over his underwear while running the tip of your tongue over his chest. he bit his lip, caressing your sides before removing your bra and panties. even though you held eye contact, you were still surprised when matt pushed you up — you only had to cross your legs around his hips. you squeezed his flexed biceps and pulled him in for another kiss.

matt sat back against the headboard, positioning you comfortably on his right thigh. the mere contact of your wetness with the man's warm skin drew a long moan from both of you. slowly, you began to move back and forth, your moans muffled by his lips. matt rested his open palms on your hips, not pressing down, just signaling that he would be there when you needed support.

your right hand moved down from his chest to press the bulge inside his pants. when matt threw his head back in a sigh, you took the opportunity to kiss his neck, tracing his pulse with your tongue. the excitement spreading between your bodies, the heightened sensitivity to the gentle, firm touch, the sounds of the bed, the deliciously uncontrolled shivers. some time later, when matt felt your movements slowing down due to apparent tiredness, his hands went up to your waist, holding on tightly, helping you to move more quickly on his flexed thigh.

“so good," you whined, seeking out his lips without interrupting the movement of your hand over him. “so close.”

matt grabbed the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, causing you to stare at him wide-eyed, completely lost in your own mind. “look at me. let me listen to you while you get there.”

you did your best to keep your eyes open, which proved more difficult than you imagined with that growing feeling in the pit of your belly. matt lowered his head to nibble one of your breasts, causing your movements to falter a little. you felt like a train without brakes, even though you knew the man beneath you would be right there to catch you. his firm fingers in your hair were showing you exactly that.

you moaned his name as you came. then, when you closed your eyes to enjoy the euphoria, he took the opportunity to press small kisses on your shoulder, waiting for you to come back. you couldn't decide if the delay in giving in to him had increased the intensity of that pleasure, or perhaps matt could have provided it many months before.

you both had the next morning free of work, so you spent a long time savoring each other. after recovering from a delicious orgasm on matt's thigh, you moved away just so he could lie almost flat on the bed, then got on all fours to suck him off while he struggled to keep himself sane inside your mouth as he caressed your ass that was upright. he pounded in you slowly, just like the way he kissed you when you first arrived. you could feel the climax building slowly, feeling like you had all the time in the world.

after showering, he ordered a nice takeaway, since you were both too tired to cook. then, you had sex on the kitchen table — him from behind, you leaning over the table, clutching the edge of the furniture as if it was the only thing keeping you from hallucinating. this time, matt ate you out like a starved man, then thrust into you, displaying an athlete's stamina that surprised you beyond belief.

at the end of that week, you started with the excuse that he had to concentrate on training. you couldn't risk your own job if someone thought he wasn't a hundred percent focused on the game because of you — even more so with the giants advancing so well in the playoffs. two weeks passed and that was enough for matt. he could feel your distance, he couldn't bear the feeling of going back to stage zero. he didn't understand what had changed, you gave him no reason.

but matt wasn't stupid. he wouldn't be the kind of person to walk into your office without considering the surroundings. so he decided to text you: "can i come and see you? give me any excuse to arrange a private meeting. please." so you did, after some thought, of course. you were aware that you couldn't run away forever, not when matt's job was to be damn fast. and passionate, passionate as hell.

“can i go straight to the point?” he said, the distress in his low voice. “i miss you, i don't know what happened to make you push me away like that. i thought i'd proved that you could trust me with this matter.”

“you're right, i'm sorry," you said. “the talk around the office is about the expiration date of your contract. i realized that i can't keep nurturing something that will disappear as soon as the season is over.”

matt looked stunned, to say the least.

“you're right, matt. i'm sorry i didn't warn you before.”

“y/n, people will talk about business, you know that. but real negotiations are private, and besides, my stats have been great for most of the season.”

you were trying so hard to show little or no emotion. why on earth were you talking to the man you like as if you were in a business meeting?

“i've seen it happen before. contract extensions aren't something directors usually do. it's temporary, we have to be realistic.”

matt got up from his chair and walked over to you. he took your hands so that you could stand up and come closer. the contact with the warmth of his skin after so long made you shiver. you tried to look away, but he placed his palm on your cheek and gently brought you back.

“i know you're trying not to be optimistic, so i'll do it for both of us. we don't know what's going to happen with the contract, but we do know that there's something real between us.”

“matt…” “i want you, i want what we have. i believe that's enough to make it work, no matter what happens in the future. i want you now, y/n. can you tell me that you're in this with me? can you tell me that you want me as much as i want you?”

[withhowsadsteps]

non potrà colpirti più niente - matt (blinded by the light)

y’all this aint very good but it is still something. i’ve been hella busy with my studies and i managed to get sick so… yeah. i’ve been listening to måneskin’s coraline on repeat so i used it as my inspiration. i think my fever is getting worse so if the ending seems a bit sudden... i'm sorry

warnings: mention of rape, violence and miscarriage, sad stuff words: just a bit over 1200

oh ps. unfortunately, i don’t speak italian but because i absolutely adore the way it sounds i’ve googled translations and the title means nothing will ever hurt you again. this song is literally so tragically beautiful y’all should listen to it and check out it’s lyrics

Y/N sat on her bed, her hands wrapped around her stomach. She thought that she was loved and she was happily falling in love with a man who seemed to be perfect. But life is cruel, and everything is not as it seems. It all happened so slowly that she didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. He started controlling her life bit by bit, starting from her friendships and clothing until she was basically all alone. She was his puppet. The countless times he raped her even when she told him no broke her. In the end she didn’t even have the energy to try and stop him. Eventually, she found out she was pregnant. She was very young still and very unsure of bringing a baby to this life of abuse, but at the same time the thought of having a child and someone to love and be genuinely loved by… it comforted her. When he found out about the pregnancy, he changed his behavior. For a while life seemed to get better and Y/N got to enjoy the pregnancy for that short while. But everything changed way too quickly. Y/N’s lifelong best friends, Javed and Matt came to visit her, out of the blue. Matt was back in the city and wanted to see her. Y/N was over the moon, happy to tell her friends about her pregnancy, but her so-called boyfriend did not want to see another man so close to her. He also knew way too well, that Matt used to have a crush on her. Everyone else knew, but she seemed oblivious. He also knew that Y/N probably still, subconsciously or consciously, dreamed of a life with Matt. After that visit, Y/N found herself in a hospital room. Her worried parents by her side. Losing her baby shattered her world all over again.

Y/N heard her mother’s worried whispers outside her bedroom door. She broke her trance and unwrapped her arms, got up and dried the tears on her cheeks. Moving back to home happened quickly, but it was the safest thing to do. But she couldn’t stay. Not in Luton. It was time for her to finally move away and start a life somewhere else. Today was that day. Her parents stood outside her room, waiting for her. Her father picked up the last few bags around her room and took them to the car. Destination: London.

When they were little Javed, Matt and Y/N always talked about London. Moving there, dreaming of a glamorous life there. After her parents left her in her new apartment, she broke down freely. Letting her emotions take over her completely. She had been trying to stay strong in front of her parents, but inside her feelings were a tumultuous storm waiting to erupt and destroy everything in its path. The anxiety completely took over, her sobs filling the small apartment. Her cries could make the coldest murderer cry, the despair and loss strongly audible. After a while, she pulled her phone out and called the first person on her mind. Matt.

-

While Matt drove from his apartment somewhere in London to her place, Y/N washed her face with cold water. She hoped that it would cool down her face enough to reduce the swelling around her eyes. She looked like shit. She felt empty. Her body felt distant, strange. Y/N looked at her stomach once again, imagining what it would’ve looked by now. Thinking about her baby, now gone. Hearing the doorbell, she quickly moved to open the door and welcomed Matt in. He didn’t know about her situation, she never dared to tell him. Seeing her like this immediately worried him. He looked around the apartment for any signs of Y/N’s boyfriend but realized that there was no boyfriend. He didn’t know too much about pregnancies, but she didn’t look pregnant to him. Wasn’t she supposed to have a rounder belly by now? He closed the door behind him and managed to undress his leather jacket before hearing Y/N sobs. Wrapping his arms around her, Matt managed to move them to the sofa. He held her, tightly. He did not know how much time had passed, but Y/N sobs quieted down, and she seemed tired. It didn’t take much for her to fall asleep in his arms. Y/N felt safe in Matt’s arms, safest she had felt. Safer than she had felt at her childhood home. Nowhere felt safer than here right now. After she woke up, she had to gather everything in her to tell Matt what had happened.

Matt didn’t dare to say out loud what he was thinking. He wanted to beat the bastard until he begged for mercy, but knew that it wouldn’t help Y/N. So, he just stayed there, holding here, watching over her. Over the weeks he came to her apartment to check on her, to make or bring her food. He had to make sure that she ate. This was one of those days. “You probably think that I’m behaving like a child”, she whispers quietly, avoiding Matt’s eyes. “No, I think that you’re behaving like someone who has been through hell” he truthfully told her and pointed at her plate of food. Y/N shook her head a bit. “I’m sorry Matt, I can’t. Not now” she told him. Matt couldn’t forcefully feed her, but he tried his best to make her feel better. And he had made progress.

With Matt’s help, Y/N got better. It took some time, and it was not easy, but she managed to get her life back. She got a well-paying job, a bigger apartment in a nicer neighborhood and closer to Matt’s, even a small car. She felt better, even though she thought about her baby a lot. Matt sometimes noticed the longing look on her face when she saw pregnant women or newborn babies. He always had had a crush on Y/N but he never thought of having kids at all, not even with her. But his feelings and love seemed to grow day by day and he noticed that he started to think about having kids. Seeing her longing for a family of her own… it did something to him. But the only woman he wanted to be his and the mother of his kids was her.

~ two years later ~

Y/N yawns tiredly and rubs her round belly a bit, feeling the little one’s kick on her palm. A little giggle escaped her lips. “Yeah, I know you’re wide awake, but mommy’s a bit sleepy” she says quietly and finally puts away the last diapers.

Matt approached his wife and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Mommy should rest, remember? You know very well what the doctor said” he murmured and softly kissed her cheek.

“I can’t help it; I can’t wait to have the baby in my arms” she said and turned around in his arms. The fear of losing her baby had been very bad during the first trimester and somehow it still bothered her. A monster luring inside her head.

“Nothing will ever hurt you again. Nothing or no one. I’m going to keep both of you safe” Matt whispers and presses his forehead against hers. They found solace and love in each other. Matt wouldn’t let anyone take that away from them.

[britishboystm]

For Sure- Matt Edition

Warnings: End of smut, swearing, angst, bad parents, pregnancy, labor, fluff

A/N: Okay this is cute. Based on the song ‘For Sure’

•••

August 3rd, 1987

“Yes, yes, yes, right there! FUUUCK!” You cry out before your legs clench on top of Matt and you collapse down beside him onto your bed.

“Holy shit.” You breath out as the two of you lay sprawled out naked, breathing heavily and staring up at your white ceiling. Did it seem a little cliche that the two little best friends that lived in the same neighbourhood all their lives started dating when college began? Maybe, but you guys loved each other so it didn’t matter

“Holy shit indeed.” He chuckles trying to catch his breath. The back of his hand swipes across his forehead to get rid of any sweat.

You see, Matt had come knocking on your door earlier in the evening. He had just gotten off of work and was looking for some comfort from his loving girlfriend after a fight he had with his dad.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask as you open the door to see your boyfriend standing there, shoulders slumped forward and on the brink of tears.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

“Of course.” You say concerned, pulling him into the small home. Your parents were sitting in front of the tv watching some program you’ve never seen before.

“Matt’s here.” You call out. Your dad responds with a grunt of recognition and your mom turns her head.

“Hi Matt. How are you, love?”

“Fine thanks.” He wasn’t fine. You sigh and grab his hand to bring him up to your bedroom.

“So is everything okay?” You say while closing the door. He was already on your bed crying into your pillow.

“Matt baby what happened?” You coo, climbing on top of him and placing tiny kisses all over his tears stained cheeks.

“My dad. He just went in on me today. I tried to explain to him that I needed the weekend off to do a gig in Manchester. He said I couldn’t because of work.”

“Okay?” You didn’t really see why this would be enough to cry over. There was probably more to the story though. Matt didn’t cry over just anything.

“He told me I didn’t have talent and that I should focus on having a real job. Then he said I was going to end up like my mum, no goals and no future. I can’t believe he talked about her like that.” You were honestly shocked. He never really talked about his mom. She left when he was little and so he resented her. It was a sore subject for him.

“I’m so sorry my love. Do you want to talk about it?” He shakes his head.

“Can you just hold me?” He sounded so run down and defeated, it truly broke you inside.

“Of course.” He sniffles like a small child and starts to remove his shoes and gets under the covers. You give him a sympathetic look and get in with him. He moves the blanket so you can shimmy up against his chest and his steady breathing almost puts you to sleep.

“I love you.” He muffles in your hair.

“I love you too Matt.” He then lifts your chin to look at him in the eyes and he leans in to capture your lips in his. The kiss was innocent enough until it wasn’t.

And well, you know the rest.

You both took some time to regain normal breathing once you were done. His hand sneaks across the bed to grab yours in his and he gives you a thankful look. With a squeeze of your interlaced fingers he leans in and kisses your forehead.

“You’re too good to me.” You smile widely and place yourself against his chest.

“Stop.” You blush.

“It’s true. You and my music are the only positive things in my life right now.” You look up at him and place a kiss on his lips.

“Go to Manchester. If your dad asks I’ll cover for you.” He quickly sits up and looks at you with shock.

“Are you serious.” You nod and giggle.

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course I would. I’ve got your back Matt. Go play your music and get us out of here once you sign a record deal.” You laugh. He then jumps on top of you and peppers you with kisses.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. Hey Y/N? Have I ever told you that I love you?” You roll your eyes and smirk before pushing him off of you.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Now get out of my house and pack your shit. You have a long drive ahead of ya.” He beams and goes in for another kiss before you push him off once more. He shoots up out of bed and starts to walk out of the room but you yell after him.

“Hey, you forgetting something?” He frowns in confusion then looks down, noticing he isn’t wearing anything. All out on display for you. It was a nice sight sure but you didn’t want to distract him by pulling him back into bed. It didn’t hurt to look though.

“Oh right my clothes.” You giggle as you watch him quickly collect them and struggle to get into his pants, hopping around your room. His excitement radiated which got your stomach bubbling with happiness as well. You loved to see him happy and content so this was nice for you.

“Bye love.” He walks over to your side of bed and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Bye rockstar.” You whisper as he runs out the room leaving you naked and disheveled. In a good way though.

August 5th 1987

It was now Sunday and it would be safe to say that this would be a Sunday you would never forget.

You were currently sitting on the closed toilet seat in your bathroom as your best friend Lizzy sat on the bathtub edge.

“Is it time yet?” She asks, shifting forward to try to get a better look at the object in your hand.

“Lizzy, stop I can’t see if you're in the way.” You say nervously, your leg shaking and your thumb in your mouth, biting away at the nail.

All of a sudden the timer sitting on the sink goes off and you jump slightly. Your stomach churns and you grip the stick a little harder before flipping it over.

Your breath catches in your throat and tears brim your eyes.

“Well?” Lizzy asks, clearly impatient. Without saying anything you hand over the stick and put your head in your hands, sobbing.

“Jesus Christ.” She mutters after looking at the result.

August 6th 1987

“Matt I’m pregnant.” You say. No, that was too abrupt.

“Matthew, I’m having your kid.” No, that sounds awkward.

“You knocked me up and now you got to pay child support.” That’s just uncalled for.

“I am with child.” Who says that? You honestly didn’t know how you were going to break the news to him.

You paced around your room waiting for your boyfriends return. It was now Monday and his time in Manchester was finally over. Usually you would be ecstatic and ready to greet him with open arms.

This time it didn’t feel like that. This time around, you felt this awful weight on your shoulders and this dull ache in your stomach that wouldn’t go away. And it wasn’t just the baby.

How were you going to explain to him that he got you pregnant and basically every dream he ever had would now be crushed by a little crying, shiting alien. Oh you were going to be an amazing mom, you thought sarcastically.

Sure you had a job at the college radio station and Matt had the clothes stand (probably not for long though). But none of this was the plan.

You were taken out of your thoughts as one of Matt’s band members' car screeched down the road, synth blasting through the speakers. The car abruptly stopped in front of Matt’s and he jumped out, then pulled out his keyboard and bag, completely oblivious to the bombshell you were going to drop on him. He laughs at a joke and you can’t help but admire his smile before he waves his friends off and enters his home.

You assumed he was going to come right out to see you but he didn’t. You frowned and waited a couple minutes but nothing. You thought about going over to his but you were honestly so nervous you just layed on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

About ten minutes later, a loud banging could be heard from downstairs, you waited a second until the door just opened and the figure ran up the stairs.

“Y/N?” It was Matt. Your heart was racing as he entered your bedroom, fuming. Uh oh, you thought. He knew.

His nostrils are flaring and his hands are clenched.

“Fuck him!” He yells. Nevermind

“I come home, super happy. Gig went great by the way. But why would that matter when the first thing I hear when I come home is my dad screaming at me? I am so sick and tired of being pushed around by him. He doesn’t respect me and I don’t want to live under the same roof if he,”

“Matt.”

“Just because I don’t want to live out his dream doesn’t mean he can treat me like that. Honesty you and me should just leave. Get in my car and never come back. London sounds nice doesn’t it. That’s where I can hand off my demos. It will be perfect. Just the two of us.”

Not exactly, you thought.

“Matt.” You then say louder

“And another thing. He barely does anything when he isn’t working. He has the audacity to say I don’t have goals when he lays around all day while I’m-“

“Matt!” You yell finally.

“What?” He seems a little agitated at the fact that you weren’t listening.

“I’m pregnant.” You just had to say it. His face drops then almost becomes angry.

“Seriously Y/N, I don’t have the time for this. I’m already super pissed with my dad. I don’t need you joking around and pulling my leg about something like that.” That response does you in. Of course he thinks it’s a joke. Even though you have been living with the reality of it for the last 24 hours. All of the pent up stress finally leaves your body and you break down.

“I wasn’t joking.” You whisper out through your cries. His face drops again.

“Oh.” Now he didn’t know what to say. It was quite for a while, just your sobs as he stood there completely flabbergasted. He never thought about having kids. Didn’t even occur to him.

“You're not joking?” He finally says.

“NO!” You yell chucking a pillow at his face. How could he not get it through his thick skull. Seeing you in distress makes his heart hurt so he sits down beside you on the bed. He didn’t really know what to do so he just pats your back weirdly.

Then almost out of natural instinct he moves his hand to slide onto your belly.

“That’s our baby?” He asks quietly. Almost like he couldn’t believe. You look up with red, glossy eyes and sniffle.

“Yeah.” He could see how hopeless you were. He couldn’t leave you alone.

“I love you.” He says. You close your eyes, absorbing the words you always loved to hear. He was still your Matt.

“And this baby.” He says after which shocks you.

“Matt you don’t have t-“

“Shh.” He put a finger to your lips.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You smile weakly and lean in for a deep and loving kiss.

“Matt I need to tell my parents.” He sighs and leans his forehead on yours.

“Your dad is going to kill me.”

“Well you should have thought of that before you ca-“

“Yeah okay I get it.” He rolls his eyes and grabs your hand to go out back where your parents were enjoying glasses of lemonade.

“Mum? Dad?” You said while standing, Matt right beside you.

“What is it dear?” Your mom asks, moving her sunglasses down her face. She always thought she was posher then she really was.

“Matt and I are having a baby.” And with that, the glass in her mother's hand dropped to the ground, spilling all over to the grass, leaving a feast for the ants.

Her father just looks at her in disgust and gets up and walks past them. Not even acknowledging what was happening. He was in denial.

“Oh that won’t do.” Her mother says.

“It isn’t really your choice now is it mum?” You say.

“Oh but it is. Because when the women at the book club ask about the family I will not tell them about my whore of a daughter.

This stung. A lot. You never got much support from your parents so you were almost numb to their shitty parenting.

“Okay well, um nice chat. We’ll be off then. Good luck with everything.”

“You’ll be back.” She says leaning back into her chair. No care in the world.

“Without a baby and your deadbeat boyfriend.” She continues.

Matt’s fists clench and you have to hold him back from him blowing up. Once he calms down you turn and start walking back in the house, Matt trailing behind you.

“What was that?” He says shocked. You crack a smile and grab your boyfriend's cheeks.

“We are free Matt.” You whisper. He scrunches his brows.

“What do you mean?” You pass him and run up the steps.

“I’ll call my aunt Helen in London. Go pack everything essential and meet me out front.”

He stands there for a second, surprised at your burst of energy but follows your instructions, leaving out the front door.

You worked on your room for a good twenty minutes and finished up the call with Aunt Helen before rushing downstairs with your bag.

“Where do you think you're going?” Your father says from the living room.

“Away. Thanks for everything or lack thereof. Hope all goes well.” You say bitterly.

“You're not leaving.” He says sternly, getting up and slamming the door as you open it. He towers over you and you stare him down like a little ferocious chihuahua.

“I loved you, and still do. It saddens me you couldn’t be a proper dad. I hope you learn from your mistakes and get your act together.” And with that you opened the door once more and closed it behind you, leaving your stunned dad.

Matt sat in the car patiently, then giving you a wide smile when you threw your stuff in the back and hopped in beside him.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you too.” He grabs your hand before backing out of the parking lot and towards your new future.

April 7th 1988

“Matt get down here!” Your aunt yelled. She had been helping you and Matt out in your new apartment as you prepared for the baby. But there wasn’t much prep left to do since your water had just broken.

Loud footsteps could be heard coming down the steps to reveal your shirtless boyfriend with headphones around his neck.

“What, what happened.” He says frantically grabbing a crewneck sweatshirt and covering himself.

“My water broke.” You say calmly, not understanding why everyone was panicking.

“Oh god. Um Helen why don't you grab the bag. Y/N my love let's get you into the car yeah?” He tries to put his hand on your lower back but you swat it away.

“I’m fine. Stop grabbing me.” He sighs and lets you waddle down the apartment stairs, clearly struggling but too stubborn to ask for help.

Everything was fine until the end of the car ride. That was when the contractions kicked in.

All in all the process was awful. You asked for an epidural the second it was offered and you were chewing on ice to distract from yourself from the pain. Matt was an absolute travesty of a human . He was constantly putting his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. Throughout the pregnancy he had become a homebody. He didn’t seem like a party animal anymore. Just a man who loved his music and his girlfriend who would occasionally hang out with his old friends from Luton and new ones in London. He had proved to you during these past nine months that he was ready, even if he didn’t think he was. Watching him pace almost eased the gut wrenching pain. He was a dad.

When the actual birth happened, you weren't the nicest. Swearing at everyone and gripping onto Matt blaming him for everything and how he caused all this. It did hurt him but he knew you weren’t coherent. You couldn’t control your feelings.

But once your child was born though everything seemed to be right in the world. You were barely conscious but enough to ask for your baby.

“Congratulations, Ms L/N. It’s a girl.” Matt was a blubbering mess when he saw his little girl be passed to you. She was so small and it almost scared him just how much he loved her already. He never thought someone could match you in his ranks. He was wrong. The small baby cried and cried. The nurses came around to give you their best wishes and your aunt finally came in to check up on you. After all that was done, Matt and you were left alone with your perfect creation.

“She looks like you.” You say as you look down at the sleeping baby, her hand curled around your finger.

“You think?” He asks, cuddling in more on the hospital bed.

“Hmhm.” You say.

“Look what we did.” He chuckles to himself, in awe of everything happening. He then raises his hand and you roll your eyes before giving him his high five, a proud look on his face.

“Daddy loves you Hayley.” Matt whispers before giving his daughter a small kiss on the forehead. She yawned in return.

“And I love you Y/N.” You smile up at him and place a kiss on his lips.

“I’m so proud of you.”

July 17th 2005

You sighed deeply as you leaned against the wall and removed your paint splattered converse. For the last decade you have been a commission artist who has actually made a name for yourself in London and even out of the city.

You could hear synth coming from the office which made you roll your eyes. He better not be doing this again.

You walk down the hall and open the office door to see Matt on the computer with Hayley who was home from school for the summer.

“See right there. Isn’t that amazing! Nothing like it.” You smirk at your family.

“Sure dad. But let me show you this.” She leans over him and types in a song in her music library. ‘Since U Been Gone’ by Kelly Clarkson starts playing, a song she has already shown you. Matt thinks for a minute.

“Eh not bad, not Duran Duran but you know.”

“If I’m not mistaken, people thought your music was odd when we were young.’ Matt and Hayley turn around to see you leaning against the doorframe.

“Hi love, how was work?” Matt gets up and brings you in for a kiss. Hayley doesn't even flinch because she was so desensitized at this point when you guys showed each other affection. Even after all this time you two were still madly in love.

“Eh fine. Not getting stuff done as quickly as I like but you know.”

“Hi Mum.” Hayley calls out.

“Hey baby, how was your day?”

“Fine. Hung out with Jason.”

“Jason?” You repeat confused.

“Don’t even ask.” Matt says rolling his eyes. He was always the protective type.

[britishboystm]

Guys I should just keep my mouth shut cause I was looking back at my posts and remembered I wanted to do a Matt x Rival band smut. Would you guys still be up for it? I know I said I was taking a break from smut but this one is just to good to let sit there forever.

Gif originally posted by @marrowbbones

[britishboystm]

Wait a damn minute. Guys hear me out. Y/N is in a rival band that’s performing the same night as Matt’s. He sees her perform and suddenly they don’t seem like the enemy anymore. And things um insue?🥵🥵🥵👀👀👀👀

[britishboystm]

Excuse me for a moment. Going to steal Matt for a bit to write this bomb ass song fic

[britishboystm]

Y’all not ready for this Matt fic I’m gonna post today👀

[britishboystm]

Sooooo, another Matt smut? Ugh if you insist🙄